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SHE

she
is a
pocket whirlwind

one drop
of her perfume
and tsunamis
reign

ate my heart once
then came
the audacity
to berate
its flavour

pure gut punch
and of how
it is all
put together

I have
said
nothing as yet

SELFLESS

I wanted
to leave selfless

but there
was the fruit
half-eaten
at my feet

and there was
the serpent
I was already
starting
to morph into

and there were the skyscrapers
and Tarot towers plunging upwards
about to
dominate the skyline

and there was Eve
dark with all
her fresh mythology

against which no option
but to delve downwards
mine
that treasure

soar with the schene
of things now aspiring
beyond the sky
to
name the stars
as they
thus multiplied

on route to our conquest
of the heavens.

ZOMBIE

thought it waa
a zombie
but it was
the Muse
of poetry

would trade
me inspiration for
best part of my brain

thought it must
be a vampire
but it was
my most
cultivated reader

a gallon of best
universal donor special
for what
sounds like sincere praise